“By God”—Benedikt rolled up his sleeves—“I’m going to kill you.” “Nooooo, we’re trying to catch a murderer, not become one!” “Too late!” Benedikt clambered onto the bed, spoon raised. Marshall threw his head back and laughed, yanking his husband down and trying to avoid getting beaten to death by a spoon.
oh my god they're so cute I'm melting 😭
